Hello… my name is swampbear and I am a shirtaholic.
I’ve been going through my closets. I say closets because in addition to the closet in the master bedroom, I have stuff crammed into closets in the other two bedrooms, one of which serves as my “study”. The master closet contains the usual suspects. Shirts, pants, shoes and bein’ as it also serves as the laundry closet for the master bathroom, towels, washcloths and linens. That’s not so bad. I mean, that’s usual stuff.
The other two closets… well, they contain brand new shirts. Shirts I have never worn. Really nice shirts, bought, of course, on sale because my inner cheap bastid never ever buys anything for full price. Well, almost never but food does not count. I would never buy any clothing for full price. I mean, wait until end of season and the store practically wants you to walk out of there with armloads for next to nuttin’! So I do. Especially shirts. I am a shirtaholic. Actually I am more of a binge shirtaholic. I don’t buy ‘em often, but when I do it’s like I can’t stop. Two closets full of shirts I have never worn. Some of which have probably been there for a couple of years.
The good news is I can still wear all of ‘em. Yay me! However, I really shouldn’t buy anymore until I start wearin’ the ones I have now, right? I could be stylin’ right now in all the end of season long sleeved shirts I bought back in February of this year or last year, or the year before. Come next spring and summer I could be stylin’ in all the short sleeved shirts I bought back in September of this year, or last year, or the year before.
If only those evil department stores would stop havin’ such great end of year clearance sales on all those really nice shirts.
Missed my edit window too! Great OP, Swampy. I am not a shirtaholic, boots are my thing. I have more pairs of boots than I will ever need but they are what makes me happy. That and books. I only have one wardrobe in the bedroom and that’s just been cleaned out - this dieting lark is good for making space in there! I gave a load of clothes to my friend as she’s also dieting but she’s bigger than me so she’s hoping to get down to the size I was when I started, in which case my stuff will fit her. I also have some dresses hanging up in the spare room because they’re long, too long to fit in the wardrobe, and until I can persuade 'im indoors to have the bedroom remodelled, they don’t have anywhere else to hang.
As for the boots collection, these are my newest ones, and these are still my favourites.
Off in search of a cup of tea now because it’s early and I need something to help me wake up!
Yikes, BooFae, those boots made my feet hurt and I wasn’t even wearing em! They’re both definitely stylin’ though. I used to be a shoeaholic, not so much any more.
Swampy, somehow I always suspected you had a clothing addiction; I just hadn’t nailed it down to shirts. Seriously, though, you do need to start wearing some of em! Look at it this way: you’re certainly not getting your money’s worth out of em if they’re hanging in your closets now, are ya?! Think about it.
Up and caffeinating, and a croissant has been eaten as well. Monday-Wednesday will be spent in on-site work-related HR training (:eek:) then Thursday will be financial system training, off-site. Happy Monday all.
I used to be a shirtaholic. Actually, this is a fairly timely MMP for me. Ever since I opened the business I’ve mostly been wearing my work shirts. They aren’t your typical work shirt, though, they’re tie dye t-shirts in all sorts of flashy colors with my logo printed on them. We love to wear these shirts because they are very comfortable. Also, the pattern tends to hide stains and grease extremely well. And so a strange thing occured the other day. I realized that I need to go out and buy some long sleeved clothing because (other than dressy stuff) I only had 3 long sleeved shirts, period. Before I started my business, though, it would have been the direct opposite. There would be about 3 pairs of pants in my closet and 25 shirts. I’m happy to say, though, that just yesterday I found a nice long sleeved tunic and a comfy fuzzy sweater for $40 total and both in my favorite color (purple of course).
As for right now, I’m exhausted. I couldn’t sleep last night as I was having a weird anxiety attack. I was going to borrow a pill from my mom but the bottle in the cupboard only had 4 left and I didn’t want her to run out. Eventually I’ll get to the doctor and get a prescription of my own. This is something that I should do sooner rather than later but I need to see a new psychiatrist and I HATE having to tell my life story over and over again.
Oh well, I guess I’d better get going soon. I may need to clean my car off as it was snowing last night.
Does anyone here know how to prepare collards the old fashioned way? VWife and I are cooking T-day dinner for Fred & fam, and they’re a big fan of collards.
I have no clue how to make them beyong opening a can, dumping the contents into a pan, and heating. We’d like to use fresh collards because it’s a holiday dinner.
BTW, I despise collards. NASA had them in the cafeteria, and they sucked. Myabe that’s my problem.
I was a clothing and shoe junkie for years and eventually made a rule that I couldn’t buy anything else without giving something away. I only did that because my 2 big closets and 3 dressers were already stuffed with 3 or 4 of everything I needed. When I retired about 6 months ago I gave away 7 big boxes of clothes and shoes and my closets and drawers are still overflowing. I still have loads of very professional and dressy clothes that I’m having a hard time parting with even though I know that I’ll never need them again. Like any other kind of recovering addict I had to stay out of clothing stores, cancel all of my catalogs and email sale reminders and delete the bookmarks for my favorite stores. Hopefully it isn’t going to be a life-long battle since I spend all of my time in jeans now. I have enough of those to last a lifetime too.
Swampy, I need you. I need someone to buy stylish shirts for me. I hate shopping for clothes. Hate it.
I called my Favorite Aunt last night just to chat, because I’ve been trying to get ahold of her for awhile. She answered her phone with “I can’t talk right now; I’m at the hospital with Grandma–she has to have emergancy surgery.” :eek: “They’re assembling a surgical team to take her in at 5.” It was 4:20. “she has an obstructed bowel. I’ll call you back after they take her in.” :(:eek: She called me back twice, once when they took Grandma into surgery and once after it was finished. It sounds like she’ll be fine; she has to spend 5 days in the hospital and part of that with a feeding tube to allow her intestine to heal. I ordered her a nice flower arrangement. It’s all I can do from Boston.
Due to an extreme distaste of clothing-related conversations with Mom and to my habit of changing country more often than most people change cars, I’ve restricted myself to having altitis in WoSW. That means the only stuff of which I have too much fits inside my laptop…
If it wasn’t for Mom’s negative criticisms of anything I have on, I’d probably have more clothes and jewelry. She’s one of those people who, instead of saying “I like that blouse,” say “oh honey, you should never wear those earrings with that blouse! They totally spoil the effect!” So I’ve even ended up not wearing earrings around her. When I was in my teens and twenties I always wore earrings. Now, almost never.
I don’t have a shopping addiction - I hate shopping. Except for food! Food shopping is fun!
Bobbio, I hate collard greens, too. One day I watched Alton Brown fix some greens, and he explained the nasty sulfur odor and bitterness was in the way you cooked them. He showed the correct way. Here’s his recipe.
There is no particular clothing item which I neglect. That’s all Imma gonna say about that…
I love collard greens.
Maybe I should rethink this fancy knife purchase. Last night I managed to stab myself in the knee with a recently acquired paring knife. My knee is now sporting a lovely puncture surrounded by bruising. :rolleyes:
On the other hand, I have homemade beef stew for lunch today.
I’m about to chase down my neighbor who knows all the old southern recipes and get her to teach me how to make collards. I’ll let you know what I find out.
I’ve decided I hate children. Well, four children in particular. I didn’t know that this morning, but I do now. This morning I awoke to find that someone had been down my street on a car vandalism spree. They slashed two of my tires, two of my son’s, and two of my elderly neighbor’s. I got off better than the neighbor on the other side, who’s new car was keyed on the trunk, hood, and doors. He also lost a couple of tires.
On the plus side, the cops called a few minutes ago, and it seems one of the little bastards was dumb enough to brag within ear shot of a teacher at school. So the cops found them, and I’m sure I’ll have an interesting conversation with thier parents. What pisses me off is that the little bastards didn’t have to change six tires this morning in the cold and spend 5 hours at the effing tire store.
Oh well, at least I got to skip a couple of meetings, and I’ll get my money back, most likely.
Second, I must talk about clothes:
I’m not a shirtaholic, but I’m jealous of you guys a little bit. I have zero fashion sense. I mean ZERO. I’m the guy that picks up the lime green and purple in a wannabe plaid design and thinks “Man, the ladies are gonna go for THIS!” I say that in all seriousness, and actually owned said shirt until welbywife took pity on me, married me, and started picking out my clothes. Now, at least, I don’t hear people snicker when I get dressed up. I DID like the plaid though.
I’m not really a clothes person. I need more pants, because all my corduroys are wearing out. I need more long sleeve shirts and I always need more Hawaiian shirts (I think I have seven or eight. Maybe less.) I don’t really do t-shirts that much any more.
What does get me into trouble is toys and books. I’m packing right now to move into the dorms next semester (maybe…) and damn I have a lot of toys. Most of them never got unpacked from moving into the apartment. I have bins and bins and boxes of toys. I managed to get all the books in my bedroom packed into four boxes that I can actually lift - not carry, but lift - but I still have my kimono, art, and various other referencey books in the living room.
I think I’m going to end up taking way too many things into the dorm - I’m planning on taking my Batman toys, my art books and supplies (since I’m taking art classes), and the books and videos in my to-consume pile. Plus many of my dishes. Dorms don’t come with dishes, do they? Just the basic stuff and all stuff I can replace easily.
So I have twenty minutes more to kill before class, and then after class I’m seeing my advisor to plan out next semester. Then over to the career center to find out about internships for next semester.
Seriously, though, you do need to start wearing some of em! Look at it this way: you’re certainly not getting your money’s worth out of em if they’re hanging in your closets now, are ya?! Think about it. 
:eek: She called me back twice, once when they took Grandma into surgery and once after it was finished. It sounds like she’ll be fine; she has to spend 5 days in the hospital and part of that with a feeding tube to allow her intestine to heal. I ordered her a nice flower arrangement. 
